One doesn't realize, when one is situated comfortably in the middle of one's life, just how much creatures of habit we become, and how much accumulation the years bring. As I sit here surrounded by boxes and not even sure where to begin, I'm faced head on by that accumulation. And as I close this chapter, and move from the life I've known since I was 19 years old, into something that is still so blurry around the edges - I have an overwhelming desire to be free of that accumulation and to start fresh and bare, and create something new.
In the words of one of my favorite musicians:
"So bust out of this old cocoon
and dry your wings off
butterfly;
go ahead and fly."
- Dave Matthews
Time to try these wings out.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
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